The fun begins

There's always a moment on every holiday when panic begins. We packed our bags and made our way to the central bus station, a 15 minute walk away. The cooler weather was so welcome. Back at where we started we were once again a little depressed to see the refugee encampment in the park. But a guy at the hotel told is they were mostly Syrian refugees in transit, waiting for asylum or visas or something. At the bus station we were told we'd entered the wrong building so made our away across the concourse. A helpful lady however advised us we needed to buy platform tickets despite having prepaid. Unfortunately I'd already spent our last dinar. Luckily there was a cash machine right next to us and so I withdrew the smallest amount, 500 dinar, about £3 and probably similar to the transaction fee I'll be charged for making the change! The panic ensued when we reached the correct platform and I pulled out my preprinted tickets. If you look at the attached images you'll see the two documents we get for each ticket. They are identical with one exception, one says it's not a ticket. Katarina's ticket was fine. Guess which one I had printed for myself. Yep the stupid non-ticket. It's a pointless document to give out but there I was clutching it. I panicked. I returned into the station to buy a new one but the bus was fully booked. All I could do was hope. When the bus arrived I handed over the tickets and unsurprisingly the driver read the notice and said it wasn't a ticket. It was possibly the intervention of a Serb behind me who translated or possibly my distraught face that the driver capitulated and let us on. Blimey that was uncomfortable.